“Shure, sor, him an’ a thrapper chap named Beaver Bill, they have gone up into ther Death Valley Pass, sor, lookin’ fer Bert Mason, sor. Yez know him?”
“Bert Mason!” cried Captain Elmo. “Why he is the chap I have been sent up here to find.”
“Mither Mary presarve us, an’ phat for, sor, do yez want him?”
“He is said to be the leader of a band of counterfeiters who are supposed to have headquarters somewheres about here.”
“Shure, sor, it’s glad I am to hear av that,” cried Barney. “An’ it’s mesilf as kin tell yez, just where to foind yure man?”
“Where?”
“Shure, sor, up in the Death Pass.”
“Are you sure of that?”
“I was well informed, sor!”
“Enough!” cried the captain, “that is then our objective point.”